Though she was unwilling to the extreme, she could only watch helplessly, without the slightest power to fight back.
Her screams reached his ears. This one was probably the Dongxuan Realm cultivator who had died the most unjust death in millions of years.
The immortal path was harsh and difficult, and who knew how much suffering she had endured to finally reach this step. Judging by the situation in the East Sea, calling her a favored daughter of heaven would not have been excessive. With her talent, her cultivation might even have advanced another step. But having run into such rotten luck, what could she do? She could not even find a place to cry.
This proved beyond doubt that when a person was unlucky, even drinking cold water could wedge something between their teeth.
But from another angle, though encountering such a setback was due to luck, when all was said and done, it was still because her own strength was insufficient. If Lady Fenfang had been able to resist the poison of Immortal Drunkenness, the ending would have been entirely different.
The Thin Old Man was also a ruthless, vicious sort. Since he had made his move, he would not drag his feet. Though he did not draw out Lady Fenfang's soul and refine her spirit, he spat out Infant Fire and refined her Nascent Soul into ash.
She had not even a chance to reenter the cycle of reincarnation, let alone seek revenge against him in the future.
Of course, he would not let her Storage Bag go either. Speaking of which, this time really was double happiness at the door. Not only had he avenged his great hatred, he could also earn until his bowls and basins overflowed.
The cultivators in the hall had come to